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Sometimes when you look at me my eyes change colors.
Everytime you feel the silence. It will always spill the truth. then it will finally get to you.
I am smart enough to walk out in the middle of the street and stop the car speeding with my mind to where I don't get ran over.
When you walk out in the morning what do you think about? Are all these thoughts running through your head are there only one?
